[Intro]
Oh, change like the season on me
Oh, change like the season

[Verse 1]
Not no sadness flies away upon the wings in time
Long as I can leave alone, the things I leave behind
Since the age of sixteen they smoking weed and drinking wine
Did a little cold is how I learned to read between the lines
Back when everything was bad, we only dreamed of being fine
You understand that life is all you havе upon the brink of dime
Trey don't еven have a Dad and I can't even speak to mine
Don't appreciate the things we have 'till they completly gone
Part of my heart, this is part of my art
It's like I'm getting closer to my goal like we fall there apart
From n***as who [?] partnered roads and have start from the start
I just hope that before I go that I'll leave a marvelous mark
And someone tell Jerry Jones that this is how you marked a star
This rap shit is easy for me it feels like I'm parking a car
If the cops come and I don't know where the [?] is our
Young n***a made it out the struggle where hardly is [?]
And Shaq always told me bro keep your head high
And if you get 'em in that scope you better be a deadeye
I hope you sell out hella shows but never be a sellout
And that girl you getting close to is a Cinderella
[Interlude]
Oh, change like the season

[Verse 2]
We never had a lot of luck
Trying to sneak sprite into a water cup
Thought my shit was popping, my opinion ain't that popular
Back when Lil Yachty was signing that deal with [?]
I was selling starter jackets for the low of [?]
Nah I ain't never been the type to count a n***as pockets bruh
I just know these n***as couldn't see me through but [?]
Looking for a way to double paper like a [?]
With my good fellas like the mafia
Got fans in Austria, got fans in Austin
Got fans in Bosnia, got fans in Boston
N***as all over the world they rock with how I'm talking
And respect me for my hustle like I got it out of [?]
They gon' love me like I'm Nispey
I might fuck it if I'm tipsey
I pull up just for that quicky
Pull up pull off in that Bentley
My bros know I got 'em covered
Like the sloppy doing hickeys
If you fuck with me for me for real
I fuck with you immensley
I remember Shaq always told me keep that head high
And if you get 'em in that scope you better be a deadeye
I hope you sell out hella shows but never be a sellout
And that girl you getting close to is a Cinderella
[Outro]
Oh, change like the season on me
Oh, change like the season on me